Sophie struggled forcefully twice, and Thomas Shannon's hand firmly supported her buttocks. The heat from his palm continuously seeped through her clothes, warming her skin.
Sophie's face, already flushed, grew hotter. Her mouth suddenly went dry. She patted his back with one hand. "Thomas Shannon, let go."
"Who just told me not to leave?"
Sophie was speechless. Could the nature of the situation be the same?
Still on his back, she squirmed. "Thomas Shannon, I'm tired and want to sleep..."
"After exercise, sleep quality will be better," Thomas Shannon said, his voice laced with meaning.
Sophie played dumb. "Oh, then I'll start exercising tomorrow."
The man chuckled, took two steps back, and retreated into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with one foot.
With her on his back, he turned and walked to the bedside.
"Thomas Shannon, let's talk. Don't get handsy."
"I won't use my hands, and I won't use my feet."
